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the dark limb splits the moon from the expansive, pitch-black sky. at a distance, we paint it as a glowing, surface level circle that we place our wishes onto. we never listen to it in return, so the limb fiercely protects the whispers of the moon.
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Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 10:17 PM UTC
whispers of the moon.
the dark limb splits the moon from the expansive, pitch-black sky. at a distance, we paint it as a glowing, surface level circle that we place our wishes onto. we never listen to it in return, so the limb fiercely protects the whispers of the moon.
Escapril Day 3! The prompt was "limbs." I used the astronomical definition of limb, which was "the edge of a celestial object." This poem took some twists and turns, and this is where it ended up.
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Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 10:17 PM UTC
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